Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1488 - 1310: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1488: Chapter 1310: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Xia Dabao was so furious that day she almost skipped meals altogether. If she couldn’t eat, neither could Xiaocao; no one in the family was allowed to feed Xiaocao.

After understanding the reasons, Yége felt sympathy for Xia Dabao as well. He agreed that Xiaocao’s behavior was wrong, so he didn’t feed Xiaocao either. However, when Xia Dabao wasn’t looking, he threw a bone to Xiaocao, who took the bone and happily trotted back to its den.

Yet, Nan Feng was somewhat surprised.

In the past, Xia Dabao had always been indifferent about the letters from Xiao’ai. She had always treated these letters as a task and never seemed to invest too much emotion into them. During the time Xiao’ai stayed here, though she was always clingy with Xiao’ai, it was clear she treated him like a little brother, much the same as she did with Axian.

Now why would she get so angry over a letter, barely nibbling at her meal before giving up on it?

Could it be that she and Xiao’ai were...?

Since her return, she had only mentioned that at the Dragon Teeth gang, she spent her time learning martial arts from Butler Yan and didn’t play much. She never mentioned Xiao’ai at all.

She didn’t speak of it, and Nan Feng couldn’t bring it up; he could only let it be.

Besides, she came from modern times; she genuinely thought of Xiao’ai, only thirteen or fourteen years old, as a middle school student back in her time—a child on the brink of adolescence, but not of age to marry or be betrothed.

...

Xia Dabao didn’t sleep at all that night, her mind constantly preoccupied with what Xiao’ai might write or say.

A confession?

Or maybe telling her to wait for him?

Or perhaps informing her that he no longer had feelings for her, hoping they could each be well on their own?

Ah, that darn Xiaocao, if she had known it would come to this, she never would have brought it home to raise, always causing trouble.

Yet, whatever Xiao’ai had to say, she had to reply with a letter of her own. So she got up again, lit the lamp, ground the ink, but before putting pen to paper, she didn’t know what to write.

Truth be told, during the two days since her return to Peach Blossom Village, she had thought a lot, her mind often filled with his figure—his goodness, his smile, his steadiness not befitting his age, and that gentle kiss.

But listening to the familiar local dialect of Peach Blossom Village, seeing the earthy houses of Peach Blossom Village, smelling the fragrant earth mixed with green grass, and feeling the cool breeze from the mountains, combined with her memories at the Dragon Teeth gang—the cold weapons in hand, the high-pitched cries of "kill," the bustling maids and family guards, the several-zhang-high city walls, and the two large stone lions at the gate—she felt the distance between her and Xiao’ai was greater than any physical expanse.

In the end, she put down her brush.

Just a few indifferent words, but a reply nonetheless, enough to ease his mind.

As dawn approached, Xia Dabao finally drifted off into a light sleep.

But in this short span, she ended up dreaming.

It was a dream of spring.

In the dream, a young man with alluring looks and purple hair followed her, and no matter how much she tried to chase him away, she couldn’t. The dream took place on a bustling street where he held her tight, demanding her to stay still, while slipping his hands behind her back.

Yet amidst the crowded street, and under his spell, she couldn’t muster any strength.

The two ended up at an Inn, and as soon as they entered the room, he embraced her and relentlessly kissed her. His lips were thin and cold, but his breath was unspeakably fresh. Gradually, she succumbed, and then he carried her to the bed...